Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 157

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Daming Temple, Daxiong Palace.

The abbot of this generation of Daming Temple is an old monk who looks a bit blessed. He is wearing a purple cassock. At this time, he is sitting cross-legged in front of the golden body of the Buddha, beating wooden fish, and chanting sutras with all the elders in the temple. The lonely ghost of reincarnation.

Click!

Suddenly, the old monk broke the pestle in his hand, he frowned, and all the elders in the Daxiong Palace opened their eyes.

"If you live in a high temple, you will worry about its people; if you live far away, you will worry about its ruler," the old monk sighed.

"Amitabha!" Inside the Daxiong Hall, a group of elders from the Daming Temple shouted the Buddha's name together.

……

The liveliness in Yangzhou City is different from the capital Chang'an, it is the gentleness and roughness of the north and south.

Su Qinian was driving, the long street was wide enough for seven or eight tall horses to walk side by side, the women in the Jianghuai River were soft and beautiful, the flower boats on the canals in the city were full of beauty, and the smell of makeup and powder could be smelled far away.

"Brother Qi Nian, you are going home, aren't you?"

The little girl didn't want to stick out her immature head, and said timidly, her big eyes blinked, as if she could speak, and her eyes were a little dim.

"almost there."

Su Qinian nodded, and replied softly, he once told the little girl that after crossing the boundary of Yangzhou and entering Hailing Prefecture, he would be considered home, and now that he has entered Yangzhou City, the little girl probably felt a little sad because of the thought of it. She was adopted by her grandfather, and she was abandoned in a cold alley in her early years, almost freezing to death.

So even though she was only eight years old, she tried her best to save her grandfather, because she knew that if the old man left her again, she would really have no relatives.

And when the group passed through most of Yangzhou City, Su Qinian, who was driving with a horsewhip, felt his eyes twitch suddenly, and the spiritual power in the ancestral orifice courtyard was surging, and it was like a stormy sea in an instant.

Ten feet ahead is Hulong Villa.

This is the Hulong Villa located in Yangzhou City. It is a Hulong Villa, which surpasses the Hulong Villa in Jianghuai Road Zhuzhou, and is second only to the main villa in Chang'an, the capital city.

The vermilion gate, with bright copper nails, was guarded by four soldiers, standing still like stone statues, exuding an iron-blooded aura that is rarely seen in Yangzhou City.

At this time, at the end of the long street, a young monk dressed in ink-like monk clothes and with delicate features appeared.

Su Qinian handed over the badge of the alternate Dragon Guard, and the four soldiers respectfully said, "I've seen you, my lord."

"Take care of them until I get back."

"Yes! Your lord!"

The four armored soldiers were stunned for a moment, glanced at the carriage, and then nodded. In Hulong Villa, even an alternate Dragon Guard has many rights. For those who have not yet entered the official position, it can be seen that the secretary of the town of Buzhen does not worship.

"Brother Qi Nian, will you come back?"

The little girl Bu Nian was a little nervous, looking at Su Qinian, although she was a little bit reluctant to go along this journey, but more worried that if Su Qinian left, grandpa would never wake up again.

Stretching out his hand and rubbing the little girl's head, Su Qinian took a deep breath and said seriously, "I will definitely come back."

"Then brother Qi Nian, go, if you don't read, you will be obedient." The little girl smiled, very well-behaved.

Leaving the token of the alternate Dragon Guard to the little girl, Su Qinian turned around and walked towards the end of the long street.

Strangely, this street is sparsely populated, and the closer it is to the end, the fewer people there are, until Su Qinian saw a young monk with ink-like monk clothes showing no mercy. He seemed to see the depths of the endless hell, the last place of Jiuyou bottom layer.

Jiuyou's fourth kill!

Su Qinian had a clear understanding in his heart, and at the same time, he felt as if he was facing a great enemy. The young monk in front of him was different from the Kong Bo monk in the Ganlu Temple of Jiuhua Mountain, and his whole body exuded an aura that belonged to the nine seclusions of the underworld. The sincerity of suspending his life that he had been brewing and tempering for many days was agitated.

"Jiuyou!" Su Qinian said in a deep voice.

The black monk's robe was slightly rippling, and the young monk's eyes were indifferent, and he said indifferently: "Nine secluded or not, it has nothing to do with me. Your blood may help me escape."

detachment?

Su Qinian frowned, he couldn't understand, but from the moment the other party appeared at the end of the long street, he felt an unparalleled sense of crisis in him who was far away from Li Xu, and he was absolutely extraordinary and powerful.

I was not underestimated, but overestimated.

This is Su Qinian's only thought right now, if he doesn't die this time, there will be a fifth kill, a sixth kill, and even a ninth kill.

Hulong Villa.

There are all pavilions and pavilions in this Hulong villa. At this time, in a yard full of green bamboos in the depths of the villa, a middle-aged Confucian scholar is sitting at a stone table and making tea carefully. The water is the city. Outside the mountain spring, the tea is the tip of the bamboo leaf.

Suddenly, the middle-aged Confucian scholar put down his teacup and looked up into the distance. His gaze seemed to be able to see through nothingness and see a very far direction. At this moment, he frowned and murmured: "How could it alarm that person in Daming Temple?" One, Wudang Little Immortal, Qingyang Peak Su Qinian, Yipin Zhenyao Wangfu, Qiankun Arsenal, are really more and more people looking forward to..."

……

End of Long Street.

In March, Yangzhou was misty and misty, and Su Qinian was full of chaotic energy, and the mixed energy and blood formed a field, isolating the continuous spring rain outside the size.

Tens of zhang away, the young monk did not move at all, letting the rain wet his robe, the ink-like robe seemed to melt from the underworld and stuck to his body.

He showed an unruly and cold smile, and said: "I'll give you a chance to make a move. If you are too weak, I will crush your bones inch by inch, so that you can experience the extreme pain in this world. If you can pass, I will leave your whole body .”

boom!

As soon as his words fell, Su Qinian made a move, and there was no mercy in this move.

In the depths of the void, strands of heaven and earth primordial qi hang down. Su Qinian makes a fist seal, and the chaos furnace turns on the edge of the fist. Although it is only the size of a palm, the primordial qi is like a dragon entangled, and the spiritual power is infused. It belongs to a tortoise. The rudimentary form of the true meaning of the snake fist tore apart the air in a radius of more than ten feet, revealing a pale vacuum world.

hold head high!

There was a dragon roar, and the air behind Su Qinian twisted, and a flood horse with golden and red dragon scales came down to the world.

"That's right, Wudang Gui Snake Fist has gained a bit of momentum, but its own structure is still a little bit worse, and it has not yet escaped the shackles."

The young monk said coldly, with a shock of his palm, he turned decay into magic, and with a simple palm, he tore open Yuanshi Qi and fell onto the furnace of chaos.

clang!

Sparks splashed everywhere, Su Qinian let out a muffled grunt, and then slid seven or eight feet back, and looked at the front of the fist, where the chaos furnace was sunken, and a clear palm print suddenly appeared on the furnace wall.

What a domineering and strong body!

Su Qinian's heart trembled, he could be sure that this person must have practiced a body training martial art, he didn't know the level, but it was definitely not low.

Huh?

In this fight, despite the spring rain, the young monk raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up slightly, and said: "It's even more interesting, the rudimentary form of the true intention has actually produced a negligible solid fist. Although it has not escaped from the shackles, it is also commendable, but still Not enough! My "Conquering the Third Ming King's Body" has only contributed three points."

"Conquering the Body of the Third Ming King"?

Su Qinian's gaze was unprecedentedly dignified. This young monk did not conceal his martial arts background at all. Regarding this branch of Buddhism, Taoism, and martial arts, Su Qinian looked through many classics in the Wudang Outer Court, so how could he not know about it? "Body" is precisely the peerless martial art of Daming Temple in Yangzhou. It is rumored that it was created by a master of the first generation of Daming Temple who achieved the pure Yang Yuanshen in his later years. , the Buddha's light shines everywhere, and the earth springs up sweet springs, which have not stopped for three days and three nights.

hum!

Su Qinian clenched his fist, and the edge of the fist was amplified by the chaos furnace. The ancient furnace body glowed with cold metal light, sinking and floating in the void, the air twisted and collapsed, unable to bear the rudimentary form of the powerful fist, a spider web of cracks appeared.

The young monk in black robe didn't move. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the furnace of chaos above his head. Then the lid was lifted, and the scorching Hunyuan Qi and blood was enough to smelt gold and iron, and fell down, submerging him.

Bang!

With the movement of Su Qinian's fist, the furnace of chaos was turned upside down, enveloping the young monk in it.

clang!clang!clang!

Su Qinian strode forward, he stepped on the turtle-snake pile, and his body revived like a turtle. The nine turtle-snake fists flowed in his hands one by one, and the embryonic form of the nine strands of true meaning poured into the furnace wall, and even the entire chaotic furnace was radiant. , chaotic light intertwined, faintly visible an ancient tortoise crawling on top of the furnace, suddenly revived, roared up to the sky, swallowed the sun and the moon, and gave birth to a towering dragon horn.

Along the way, Su Qinian not only sharpened his bright heart, but also honed the true meaning of the Turtle Snake Fist. Now the nine forms of the Turtle Snake Fist have been integrated into one furnace. Qi Nian's Turtle Snake Fist, after also arousing a trace of energy from the Dark Gold True Dragon in the Ancestral Aperture God Court, has already begun to show signs.

This is Su Qinian's pinnacle punch since he set foot in martial arts.

The furnace of chaos shook, and the energy and blood of Hunyuan, like the great river of the Yangtze River, suddenly blazed several times. The expressionless young monk who was originally in it finally changed slightly.

"I underestimated you!"

The young monk scolded coldly, and then waved his palm. He flicked his palm lightly, and there was a golden light like ink, tearing apart the Hunyuan Qi and blood, and printing it on the furnace wall.

Bang!

The furnace of chaos shook violently, and sharp palm prints protruded from the furnace wall. This was pure physical strength, and belonged to the solid physique tempered by "The Body of King Jiang III".

Su Qinian's expression remained unchanged, the faster he stepped, the primordial energy of the heavens and the earth in the depths of the void continued to hang down, and he even rotated the "Dragon Town Pile" from time to time, and began to absorb the vitality of life under the earth, nine forms of turtles and snakes The fists were continuous, more than ten times in a short time, more than ten prototypes of the true meaning of the turtle and snake fist blessed the chaos furnace, and the handprint struck by the young monk quickly healed. (Ask for a monthly pass. Genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu. It’s the end of the month, and there are not a few days left. If you still have a monthly pass, please vote for Chunyang.)

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